TIMES LIKE THESE

SHE WAS BAREFOOT ON THE PORCH SWINGALWAYS PLAYING WITH HER HAIRTHE SUNSET STARTED CHUCKLINGBECAUSE MY EYES COULDN'T HELP BUT STARE

AND IT'S TIMES LIKE THESEWHEN LIFE TASTES LESS BITTER AND A LITTLE MORE SWEETAND IT'S TIMES LIKE THESEWHEN THE CLOCK STARTS TO MOVE AT HALF THE SPEEDOH AND IT'S TIMES LIKE THESEWHEN I REALIZE THAT EVERYTHING I'LL EVER NEED IS MINEAND THE CORNERS OF MY MOUTH RISE AWAY FROM THE GROUNDAND I SMILE

WE FOUND OURSELVES UP PAST OUR BEDTIMEHER EYES FELT THE GRAVITYMY SHOULDER BECAME HER MAKESHIFT PILLOWMY SWEATER HER MAKESHIFT SHEETS

BUT SOMETIMES WE WORRY ABOUT WHAT THE FUTURE HOLDSAND SOMETIMES WE FRET ABOUT WHAT WE KNOW WE DON'T KNOWBUT I WOULD LIKE TO JUST LET GOAND CELEBRATE TIMES LIKE THESE